Zhang Huan thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out, so he put the tent back to its original place, but suddenly he found a folded note on the table. He opened it curiously, and there was only one sentence inside, "Please go to the snail house for a meal in the evening." Naturally, there was the address of the snail house below, but there was no signature.

Zhang Huan looked up and looked around. He saw it and nodded meaningfully to him.

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Once people get busy, time passes unknowingly. In the afternoon, Zhang Huan approved several more expenses, such as replanting flowers and trees, repairing ancestral halls, etc., and the amount is less than 100 yuan. However, the approval of Zhang's money and materials expenditure has always been very strict, and there is a detailed budget list. Take replanting flowers and trees as an example. What flowers need to be planted, what trees to plant, how many trees to plant, how much each tree cost, and the market price is. All the details required must be written clearly and you cannot be careless at all.

This surprised Zhang Huan even more. Since the approval is so strict, why is the bulk expenditure account book so simple? He had a vague premonition that perhaps something was hidden in it.

It was getting late at night, and Manager Yang never showed up. The person who went to look for him only said that he was not at home and knew nothing else.

At this time, the bell of "Dang!Dang!" rang, and the sound was thick and melodious, echoing over the Zhang Mansion. This was a signal that the Zhang Mansion had finished work, of course, it was only for those who worked for the Zhang family, and the slaves were not included.

But even those who worked for the Zhang family were originally slaves from the Zhang family, but later the owner returned the contract to them and restored their original surname.

This is how Manager Zhao, who has an eggplant face, was like this. His father made contributions to the rescue of the sixth master Zhang Ruojun in fifteen years. He was a slave by the Zhang family and became an ordinary citizen. However, he was still a gardener in the Zhang family and earned three stags of money a month. This was already quite expensive at that time, but his son Zhao Shun was even more successful. He went to school and wrote good writing. With the inquiries of the sixth master Zhang Ruojun, he entered the accounting room and now he became a manager. The income of fifty stags a month is enough to make people jealous. He bought a house, took concubines, maids, and servants. In today's words, he could be considered a golden collar class.

Manager Zhao's house is not far from Zhang's mansion. It is located in a deep and long alley. The alley is called Liuxiang, close to a street next to it. The street is naturally called Huajie. The name "Huajie Liuxiang" is easy to understand. Almost everyone knows about Taiyuan City. As soon as the sky got dark, Zhang Huan found Manager Zhao's house.

"This is for my sister-in-law and the son-in-law, a little bit of my heart!"

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Huan handed the things in his hand to Manager Zhao. He gave his wife several boxes of "Qilixiang" powder. Although it was not a top-quality product, it was also from a famous store and could be taken out. However, he gave his son two sheep hair pens, which are both ordinary and rare. It is said that this sheep hair pen is sold everywhere, and it is rare that the sheep hair pen has the four words "Jinyang Academy" with gold stamping on it. This is not the current Peking University and Tsinghua University logo is sold on nearby street stalls, and has become a tourist souvenir.

In Taiyuan, the four words "Jinyang Academy" can only be printed on special items in the academy. No one in the stall vendor dared to make this idea, and the sheep hair pen with golden words is even rarer. This is the prize for the top three in the academy's annual total evaluation. Last year, Zhang Huan ranked third in the academy and got ten sheep hair pens. Today he gave two to Manager Zhao's fifteen-year-old son.

Manager Zhao was so happy that he couldn't stop talking. He was also a scholar. How could he not know the special significance of these two sheep-haired pens? His son even cheered. With these two pens, he will become the focus of the school tomorrow.

"I'm so sorry for just a simple meal that I asked the young master to take such a heavy gift!"

While being polite, Manager Zhao asked Zhang Huan to enter the house and called out his concubine to pour wine. Although there has been a saying that his wife is not as good as a concubine since ancient times, it means that after blowing the lights at night, in front of outsiders, in formal occasions, the concubine is not qualified to have dinner with her. However, Manager Zhao's wife was busy wiping the new powder and did not appear at the banquet. There were only Manager Zhao and Manager Zhao at the banquet.

"Speaking of this, the young master and I are not outsiders. My father was the entourage of the young master's family back then. I was also the favor of the sixth master when I was in charge. It is hard to repay the great kindness!"

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Manager Zhao's face began to turn red, and it continued to the back of his hands, and his words gradually lost their sense of responsibility.

"Do you know? In fact, although there are not many people in our account room, the relationship is very complicated. Lao Qian is a scholar-in-law of the head of the family. Needless to say, the three officials are the brothers of the second master and the other is the confidant of the third master. But I am the sixth master. The relationship here is very complicated!"

Manager Zhao squeaked the wine in the glass with a squeak!, drank all the wine, smacked his lips, and burped it again: "Not to mention managers, even the small accounting rooms below have their own relationships, so chaotic that I can't even figure it out!"

At this time, his face had turned into a purple eggplant. He put the wine glass in his hand on the table and asked the concubine to pour wine. Seeing that he started to speak, the concubine hurriedly pushed him, "Master! Just drink less!"

"Go on the side!" Manager Zhao snatched the wine pot, poured a glass of wine for himself, and then pinched the concubine's butt and egg, and laughed: "Go to your room, I'll go to your place to sleep tonight!"

Seeing her husband making a fool of himself, the concubine couldn't help but feel ashamed and anxious. She saw Zhang Huan laughing aside without saying anything. She stomped her feet with hatred and ran out by herself. Manager Zhao stared at her back and disappeared. Then she slapped the wine in the glass with a proud sip, put her mouth in Zhang Huan's ear and smiled warmly: "This woman is not a good-looking lamp, and only I have the ability to satisfy her, uh! Where did I just talk about?"

Zhang Huan filled him with a glass of wine and replied with a smile: "You just talked about Manager Yang!"

"By the way! Manager Yang."

Manager Zhao habitually looked left and right, and lowered his voice: "Manager Yang is the confidant of the third master. If it weren't for the master's face, Lao Qian would have been fucked by them long ago. The two of them were dead!"

Zhang Huan glanced at him and said without saying a word: "But I think Manager Yang's level is not good. Today, I look at his account and don't write down the content of each account. Can this still be called an account?"

"You are talking about the bulk money and property expense account!" Manager Zhao patted Zhang Huan on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Brother! You don't understand this. The account is for Lao Qian. He actually has a account, which is at home! We all know, but who dares to say it? Even Lao Qian doesn't dare to say anything. Once the master leaves, isn't this family the third master's world?"

Speaking of this, Manager Zhao sighed and said, "It's so messy! There's something wrong in the tent at a glance, and it's not small."

He was depressed and drank a few glasses of wine. He tilted his head and lay on the table without waking up. Zhang Huan called him a few times. Seeing that he was already asleep, he said goodbye to his wife and hurried back home.

Zhang Huan still lived in his original place and politely declined the preferential treatment for letting him move into the inner palace. Zhang Ruofeng naturally did not force himself. He had only been doing it for a few months on time, so there was no need to be too proud of him.

When he walked into the yard, he saw Uncle Ya bent over and flipping soil in a corner. Zhang Huan knew that he wanted to grow some vegetables. Once he graduated from the academy, he would lose his monthly payment of two cents of money. Uncle Ya had already started to prepare for the future.

This is also something Zhang Huan has always been worried about. He will go to Beijing to take the exam at the end of the year, and it will take at least half a year. He usually has no spare money, so how can uncle dumb rely on to live? But now this problem has been solved. In the afternoon, Lao Qian told him that he will have twenty coins a month from now on, which was ordered by the master and treated the same as the legitimate son.

Zhang Huan had something in mind, so he did not tell Uncle Mute for the time being, but walked back to the house quickly. He lit the light, turned around and closed the door, and took out an old and yellow account book from the cabinet. It was the bulk money and property expense account he read in the morning. Manager Yang did not come in the afternoon, so Lao Qian promised him that he could take the account book back to his residence to study it carefully.

Since Manager Zhao said that the problem could be clearly seen in the account, he believed that he should also see that the night gradually became deeper, and Zhang Huan was still sitting under the lamp and checking the amount one by one. Although the account book was not thick, each page was densely filled with the amount, and there were at least 200 records on each page.

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"The expenditure of three thousand guan should not be no; the expenditure of six thousand guan should not be no; four..."

Zhang Huan's hand suddenly stopped. He finally found a record in the cracks in the account page. The amount was not 4,000 guan, nor 400 guan, but 400,000 guan.

‘Four hundred thousand guan!’ The one-time expenditure was 400,000 guan. Zhang Huan could not imagine this huge number. The amount of money minted in the Tang Dynasty in a year was only 4 million guan. He couldn't help but close the book and think about it. Is this the problem?

Zhang Huan looked forward and only the word "expenditure" was written in the content column, and the time happened on the fourth day of October last year. He suddenly felt a strong curiosity in his heart: Where did this money be used?

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Chapter completed!